This place wasn't good for everyone, but the longer Tony stayed, the less he wanted to go. And he certainly wasn't mad about being here. Sure, he missed creature comforts and Chinese delivery at 3 am, but not enough to trade in what he had here in order to get it. He'd live in this roadless little town forever if it meant he got to keep what he'd found.
Too much wasn't a thing that bothered Tony, who was yes occasionally forgetful or distracted or working but when he wasn't he wasn't exactly without his own level of clinginess. In terms of love, too much was the best option because the alternative was a mediocre just enough or, even worse, a not enough. This was good. They were good. Even if they did seem to end up facing entirely too many undue hardships.
"But you must have a little," he said, "I need to know there was a little pining. Just like -- eight percent. Back ground pining. I'm kidding. Obviously. Look. I'm sorry it was -- I'm sorry. But if you or I ever go back -- we've got this. Don't take no for an answer. Conspire with Pepper if you've got to."